Boston Marathon
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If I stood, toes pointed forward, at the walls of ebony stone
and watch the endless gallons dive, deep pits of New York;
imagine the steel crashing thunder, smoking tower higher,
Fear grips chests as sound explodes
Hands shield ears the best way they know how and adrenaline spikes ur blood
Fight or flight kicks in but ur mind was already convinced there was a fight to be had
I am broken
I don’t understand
How can someone
Bomb our lands?
Why can’t we live?
Why can’t we see
A peaceful world
Where all agree?
Why must we hurt
And be in pain
